Sifting through lifes masked debris. [collab]

by Masked metaphor & Lune de ma vie   Oct 3, 2012


In the midst of my mind lies a complex foggy substance,
A million fabrics of thoughts clouded and heavy
sifting through the debris of lifes' taunted melody

Ancient memories play a haunting tune
of segments in life I wish were dreams and not true.
Distorted and vivid tear drops combusting into a sorrowful monsoon,
lost in the emotions, shattered and broken under the dying blood moon

Fighting this corruption of madness
Obliterating all of the sadness
Ashes rain upon my soul creating an inner darkness
Black painted snowflakes bury me under a hill of my bitter mistakes

Masking the pains that never erase
Holding onto lifes thin thread hoping they won't break
Questions whirlwind inside catacombs of hate,
as answers continue to hide behind the locked doors of fate.

Every time I begin to feel elate
My emotions and insecurities reflate
Breaking me down, crushing my being,
searching for the truth through all this madness of late
These lies are nothing but misstates

I've got to rise above the pain and torture,
disinflate my dimwitted disdained state
Knocking down these wicket gates
Finding my life to reinstate

Searching through the rubble of my broken dreams,
Emotions slither through the aftermath of silent screams.
Debris covers my eyes, closing them shut from realities scene,
Musky silhouettes of vaporized smoke cover my five senses clean.

Beyond the mask of lifes blinding debris
I can finally see and feel free to be me
No longer living in mutiny
But one filled with peace, freedom and ease

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  • 11 years ago

    by Lune de ma vie

    I loved writing this, it's always special to write a poem with someone so close. I am totally in awe by the inspiring work you do. Laying pen to paper truly is such a natural feature for you. Beautiful, I love "Black painted snowflakes bury me under a hill of my bitter mistakes." Probably my favorite part of this whole poem. We nailed it and you were easily able to guide this poem in the right directions with the wording you used.
    5/5
    Can't wait to write more.

  • 11 years ago

    by Marvellous

    Pain comes to widen reasoning. It gets better, the more we share. Things go wrong, to turn good at last. Indeed beautifully worked out.